First thing after my order was over, I brought out some good ale for the priest. I got to the gods church. This was the first time since I got to this planet going to church. Being irreligious wasn’t something frowned upon. Unlike our world, the gods of this world didn’t need people to believe in them from fate. Even most irreligious people believed them. Irreligious people just didn’t care for their favor. Why, because priests and priestesses used their god given powers regularly. So believing gods aren’t real in this world is something like believing nuclear power does not exist in our world. You can do it but everybody thinks you are crazy.

I got to the church Priest was there. Healing some poor guy who sprained his ankle. I carefully watched him. Trying to see what kind of shape turned mana into healing mana. And draw out the shape carefully on the paper I bring out with me. I just started to use a simple fire shape, the condenser shape was beyond my league for now. When the priest is done I hide my paper. He turned to me and said “What you want my son” I respected the guy. With a respectful voice I said “I want to learn to read father” He smiled at me “I don’t have time son, don’t get me wrong, but peasants are not good at scholarly jobs.” I said to the priest “Father, if I don’t learn to read just in one day I will give the church five gold as donation.” He smiled “I really want to see that.” He brought me a book, showed me every letter, I brought out my paper. He was quite surprised “The story about your gambling money must be true, that is a big, good quality paper” he said. I said. Let's write the alphabet sir. I wrote down the alphabet and before the sun went down I was reading. The book he had was a religious story book, he let me borrow it for a week.

Before I slept the small book was over and I was a competent reader for the times standards.

Next day was Sunday The day of The Tom, carpenter's nephew and Eva, the baker's daughter to marry. I liked both of them. They were a good couple too. Tom came to the village six years ago when he was 14, and he learned his uncle's craft well. He was the one who helped us with the ex-slaves home for free. He is quite a nice guy, even for our village's standards. In the morning a surprise awaited me. Mother apparently bought fabrics for his sons too when she bought them for Ellen and Charlotte. She made all of us clothes. I was grown from 1.60 to 1.67, and my old clothes weren't a good fit anymore. I wore my new and quite comfortable shirt and pants. All my brothers and sisters looked good. We all had new clothes.

Wedding was nice, everybody brought their own table and cutlery on the village square and wedding families brought out the food. As usual lord Marcus was the guest of honor. Day was nice, kids played around tables, and youths flirted, music played. Older people and I eat, drink and converse. I looked for the new weavers of our village, all of them were here, they were healthy and happy.

Our fun cut short with the sounds of hooves. Some guy on the horseback and 20 chainmail donned knights entered the village square on horseback. I saw Lord Marcus’s face fill with anger.